Poems with rhymes of dog

Her tender heart your beauties jog -
They do, you know they do, you dog.

Wall! dere he sit on de en' some log
An' swear heem in English purty loud
Den talk Français, w'ile hees chien boule dog

Up in the mountains, mountains in the fog,
Everythin's as lazy as an old houn' dog.

Probing the tone of thought as it comes through fog
And reaches by devious means
The four-legged brain of a walk-ecstatic dog.

And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,

With manners like a hog;
He makes me slave from morn to night
And treats me like a dog.

Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

The Mollah and the Christian dog
Change place in mad metempsychosis;
The Muezzin climbs the synagogue,

So I'll go where I sank Ol' Man Shay in the bog,
And spit in the water . . . Hot digitty dog!

He may be a ninny, but still the old dog
Can plug to perfection the pipe of a log

Then as I stood somewhat amazed and gazed with eyes agog,
With bitter rage his gun he raised and blazed and shot the dog.

About the bush did jog.
Till, passing by a settler's hut,
He stopped and bought a dog.

'Im, of a lantern gleamin' thro' the fog
To light a tent, an' two men, an' a dog . . . .

I couldn't kick a dog,
Nor ever would for sport assist
To pelt the helpless frog.

Who sat an' brooded thro' the night beside the blazin' log,
His home a mirthless, silent house, his only pal a dog.

Do you think there will be a fog?'
'No, miss,' says I, an' pats my dog.

Bow, wow, wow---a bone for the dog!
I liken his Grace to an acorned hog.

Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog.

I see a dad with a stroller taking a jog.
Across the street, a bright-eyed girl chases her dog.

And the shepherd can be heard shouting to his dog
As he chases the sheep from out of the bog.